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Driving past sidewalks and streets and cold nights outside with lots of lights. |
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Or the Sun shining through the windows on your face reading a story about how it used to be watching raindrops roll down through your bright smile looking outside and you can't wait to rush out the door. |
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I feel safe in hotelrooms or on the endless highway in the dark. |
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Or on a red/white airplane taking me where I don't need excuses to say that I don't belong. |
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Clean floors that you could fall into and everything that you could ever wish for packed neatly on shelves. |
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Or those days you just couldn't sit still in many rows and all the people that you know. |
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And they're singing songs about a miracle and a tiny baby that saved the world and somehow the only thing that I can think about is how I'm ever going to make it to the end of my life. |
